===================================================================================MY JOURNEY- PART 1- LAST MONTHS OF HIGH SCHOOLTrue kindness lies in...helping those who do not ask for itWRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!Damn, I thought, as my arm reached over and slammed the alarm clock. With a groan, I pulled myself from bed and made the journey to the bathroom, hitting into random obstacles that was spewed across the floor along the way. I wasn’t feeling very enthusiastic about the day, a Monday,. Billie Jo said that was her warning so she got out of bed and I watched her get dressed. Then she watched me get dressed and we opened the door.Jenny was in the hall and motioning Billie Jo to the bathroom. I watched them both go in and heard the door lock. I headed downstairs.While we watched a couple of our favorite television shows Billie Jo and Jenny sat on either side of me on the couch. They started doing that soon after their nocturnal raids into my room. However tonight was different in. Terry seemed to fit right in, Army crew-cut and all. Since he had started to get over his hero worship and treated her just like everyone else, she found she enjoyed his company.He had a dry wit and was a bit of a practical joker. He and Jim both being of a similar age to her, they seemed to complement each other and had become fast friends. It was more common than not, for one of them to be with her during the shift.They often found excuses to go with her if she had to go to other areas of the. Regrettably, however, Danté’s twitching manhole got the upper hand.When I began to grunt feverishly, Trigger really hammered my backside and my release was incredible!In an instant, my body was pulled off Danté, before Trigger swiftly entered Danté’s arse.“Get behind me and rim my fuckin’ hole, Terry.”I did as I was told and hungrily attacked Trigger’s manhole. Once more Trigger’s groans and Danté’s whimpers treated my ears to a symphony of lust. As had happened the week before, Trigger again.